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thought we could go get a pedicure at that place with the massaging chairs? I need to get my French tips put back on too.’
    ‘Sure, I’d love to! What time?’
    I began to regret calling her. She was way too eager and available. I really tried not to hold it against her, but if someone called me that short notice, out of principle I would say I was very busy, because, you know, I’m important-like. It was too late now. I was in too deep.
    ‘Half an hour?’ I asked.
    ‘Great! Can’t wait to have a good ol’ gossip.’
    ‘Ok, Gems, see you there.’
    I don’t know if you know about the acrylic nail rule, most girls do, especially ones prone to chubbiness due to inheriting the wrong genes (thanks, Dad!). Anyway, here it is: if you want to shed a kilo or two without dieting or exercising, all you need to do is get acrylic nails put on. They instantly make you look thinner. I’m not kidding. Don’t go too long, though; nails should be kept under a centimetre for best results. If they’re too long, people start looking for an Adam’s apple.
    I finished my omelette and took my sombrero off. I hated to think what that damn hat had done to my hair. I didn’t dare get my mirror out to check in case Toff saw me and took offence. You really had to be on your game in that place.

Chapter 3
    Massage Chair Diet
    There were still twenty minutes or so until I had to meet Gemma. I was walking innocently enough toward the nail place, glancing into the windows of shops whose clothes I could no longer afford when, out of nowhere, something barrelled into me, causing me to trip and fall. Stunned, I glanced up wondering what had happened. I was sure I was concussed and not seeing straight. A small boy approached me, yelling, ‘You’re gonna have to pay for that, lady!’
    I looked around for the ‘lady’ he was referring to.
    ‘Did you hear me?’ he repeated, somewhat huffily.
    Miffed, I asked, ‘Are you implying I’m old?’ Lady? I mean, come on, I was early to mid-twenties, for God’s sake.
    ‘You broke my car!’ He dissolved into tears as a mother-looking figure raced out of the toy shop to investigate.
    I looked down at my knees that were now covered with blood, guts and gore. Very unattractive. Jeans for the next month then. My beautiful and expensive red ensemble was now ripped and shredded like a hula skort. I was not pleased.
    ‘
Excuse me
, little boy, but look at the damage you’ve done to me! I think I’m gonna sue your parents!’
    The mother-looking woman scooped the young boy into her arms and hushed him before looking at me in scorn. ‘That car just cost me $200!’
    ‘Um, are you some kind of crazy person? Your son just hit me with a remote-controlled car as I was walking along the footpath. It came out of nowhere! Do you know this skort cost me $200? Not to mention the fact my knees are most likely busted up! I’ll probably need some kind of surgery to fix this,’ I said, pointing at my bloody wounds and legs that were all akimbo. ‘I think I have concussion. I hope I don’t die in my sleep. Then you’ll really be in trouble. Actually, now my neck is starting to ache. Maybe you should call an ambulance. Do you have insurance?’ I ferreted through my bag to find my phone. Mother-woman stood looking at me in disbelief.
    I dialled Kylie’s mobile, only because she was good in an emergency. In the past, she’s fussed and faffed over me, making me feel quite special. She answered on the sixth ring (much better: not so needy looking).
    ‘What now?’ she hollered.
    ‘If you must know, I’ve just been hit by a car and I think I need an ambulance. The crazy woman whose child was in
control
of the car is trying to get me to pay for it, if you can believe that!’ I shot the pair standing over me a viperous look.
    ‘Oh my God! A child was driving a car? Did he steal it?’
    ‘What? No! His mother just bought it for him in a toy store.’ She was slow to catch on this one.
    ‘Wait, I’m